Post by lostmindx on Oct 26, 2014 23:02:37 GMT
Cliff was filled up to his eyeballs with pain on the inside.
Every time he closed them he could see his home burning. He wasn't truly there to envision it, but his empathy and guilt and sorrow put all the pieces together for him. He see's the white hot flame devouring his home in the night. He hears the suffering tormenting screams of his wife and his two daughters.
So he did his best to keep his eyes open.
Taking in the layout of his brand new home. The lavish and wonderful “Hillcrest Insane Asylum”. Without a proper trial or evaluation, just picked up and dumped into the looney bin. It isn't prison, but it basically is. Sometimes your in your room, and other times your in another bigger room with everyone else. That's about the extent of it. To keep himself from going crazy, he used his outside of his room time to get to know the two crazy people he shared a room with.
“So that's my story....”
Cliff said as he took a glance at his hand of cards. Cliff sets a card down and looks across the table at a very small wirey pale kid with a aluminum foil hat on his face. The spindly kid stroked his patch of hairs on his chain as he thought.
“Hmmm, so you woke up one day and you weren’t legendary professional wrestler and pop icon “The Crusher”. Yup, sounds to me like a case of parallel universe. See, you were in your universe but somehow, most likely aliens, came down to your universe and switched you to this one.
The guy with the foil hat laid down a card.
“Only way to get back is to obtain the Pulvarion crystal located somewhere underneath Utah.”
Cliff didn't really believe him but he remained polite and let the man speak.
I'd help ya get it but you know, were sort of stuck in this place. My names Alfonzo. I know 276 different conspiracy theories about nine eleven and I believe each one is absolutely true. I also know a lot about aliens and secret elitist groups controlling the media. Go ahead ask me anything?
“Okay, I got a question...when is that guy going to play his turn?”
Cliff and Alfonzo both look over and see the third man at the table. A massive man, perhaps six'ten”, bigger then Cliff, in a wheel chair in what seems to be a vegetative state. His eyes just looked blank as if he didn't have a thought in his head.
“Oh that's Frank Griffin. He is just a really good listener.”
Alfonzo said as he scooped a card from Frank's hand and put it in play. Cliff and Alfonzo both look at there hands and whats in play.
“And apparently he's good at cards too.”
Cliff and Alfonzo toss down there hands and share a laugh.
“What in the HELL is going on over here?”
It was one of the guards of the asylum. He wasn't as big as Cliff was but he was still a pretty big guy. But the guard made up for his size disadvantage by being armed with a few weapons. And of course if that didn't help, there were always more guards.
“It's called fun...you should try having it some times...”
Alfonzo said muttering under his breath.
“WHAT did you say to me?”
The guard yelled, scowling in the direction of Alfonzo.
“Nothing sir, I didn't say anything.”
Cliff could see that Alfonzo was intimidated by the guard. So he stepped up to defend his new friend.
“Hey, why don't you pick on somebody your own size?”
Cliff said and the guard slowly turned and looked at Cliff.
“And who the HELL are you?
Cliff stands up from his seat to meet the guard face to face.
“You are a very inquisitive person guard. Always asking questions. My name is Cliff Clinton. What seems to be the problem?”
The guard points at the man in the wheel chair. Frank Griffin.
“Your friend is supposed to stay in his ROOM!”
Cliff didn't understand that at all.
“Why? Frank Griffin is in a vegetative state? He may be huge but I'm pretty sure he isn't going anywhere.”
The guard just glared at Cliff.
“Look you little piece of garbage!”
The guard said and it immediately angers Cliff.
“I don't make the rules, I just ENFORCE them!
Cliff steps forward in a challenging way.
“You and what army?”
“The GROUP of guards in the other room with the same WEOPANS I have.”
Cliff took a step back, that was a good army.
"Cliff don't be a problem...you wont like their solutions.
“So what's it going to be? TRASH!”
Cliff felt his body rage and all of a sudden he felt his vision blur and then a strange sharp pain on his forehead. Before he knew what was happening he had the IWF EMT gasping for air against a wall. Cliff looked around himself and realized he was in the trainers room and a mirror reflected that he was still half way done with the stitches he was receiving to close the wound he received from KLB on sacrifice. He also noticed he was still choking the EMT. Cliff immediately lets go and the EMT drops to the floor gasping for air.
“He's going to need some help.....”
Cliff said out loud as he rushed to the door and went out of it.
“...somebody needs to help him!”
Cliff was now all stitched up. The attack with the sock full of quarters to the head hurt him pretty bad and of course the shots to the ribs didn't help anything.
“Congratulations Kristoff, you did it.”
Cliff claps real slow.
“You were trying to do it all week but you finally hurt me. You left me bloodied and bruised. Then you poured those quarters on top of me to try and humiliate me in front of the world. You wanted to put me in my place. Prove to everyone watching that I had no shame. That I was just scum beneath your toes because you hate the fact that I'm homeless. You want to prove you are better than me because I suffer. Well I got some sad news for you Bates....
Cliff looks down and rubs his arm.
“Your a little late to the party.”
Cliff nods his head.
“You see life has been doing that for years before you came along, Kristoff! Oh yeah, you think your the first big man to come along and try to take the wind out of my sales? You think your the first one to try and come and kick me while I'm down? Let's not forget Kristoff that I'm the one that's actually been homeless! Everyone is just looking to cut you down and screw you over. I've been jumped, robbed, starving, screwed over, busted open, broken down and left for dead by way tougher people and things then you will ever be Kristoff let me make sure that is put in your brain. I'm net saying your aren't tough, but you have no idea what's actually out there when nobody else is looking! The point is....
Cliff points to himself.
“Here I stand. With a new scar to take the places of the old ones that have since healed up. That's the thing that you can't destroy of me Bates. You can keep knocking me down, you can keep telling me I don't matter but I'm going to keep getting back up. No matter what. I've come to far in this life to lay down and die now.
Cliff smiles.
“But see there is only one difference between you and everyone else Bates. Is that now that I'm up, I get to meet you inside the steel cage. I get to have a little fun and kick your ass for all those hateful things you said to me. I get to toss you around that cage for all the assaults you hit me with and all the innocent people you probably belittled before you met me. I'm going to show you that you should respect that things you don't understand Bates because you never know when they might rise up and show you just how wrong you are.
Cliff raises a fist. The leather glove strains to to keep itself wrapped around his flexing hand.
“I'm going to take this fist Bates and I'm going to knock you out cold. I'm going to make you wish you never met me Bates, and I'm going to make you humble.
Cliff grins.
“Only question is....how you gonna feel afterwords?”
Every time he closed them he could see his home burning. He wasn't truly there to envision it, but his empathy and guilt and sorrow put all the pieces together for him. He see's the white hot flame devouring his home in the night. He hears the suffering tormenting screams of his wife and his two daughters.
So he did his best to keep his eyes open.
Taking in the layout of his brand new home. The lavish and wonderful “Hillcrest Insane Asylum”. Without a proper trial or evaluation, just picked up and dumped into the looney bin. It isn't prison, but it basically is. Sometimes your in your room, and other times your in another bigger room with everyone else. That's about the extent of it. To keep himself from going crazy, he used his outside of his room time to get to know the two crazy people he shared a room with.
“So that's my story....”
Cliff said as he took a glance at his hand of cards. Cliff sets a card down and looks across the table at a very small wirey pale kid with a aluminum foil hat on his face. The spindly kid stroked his patch of hairs on his chain as he thought.
“Hmmm, so you woke up one day and you weren’t legendary professional wrestler and pop icon “The Crusher”. Yup, sounds to me like a case of parallel universe. See, you were in your universe but somehow, most likely aliens, came down to your universe and switched you to this one.
The guy with the foil hat laid down a card.
“Only way to get back is to obtain the Pulvarion crystal located somewhere underneath Utah.”
Cliff didn't really believe him but he remained polite and let the man speak.
I'd help ya get it but you know, were sort of stuck in this place. My names Alfonzo. I know 276 different conspiracy theories about nine eleven and I believe each one is absolutely true. I also know a lot about aliens and secret elitist groups controlling the media. Go ahead ask me anything?
“Okay, I got a question...when is that guy going to play his turn?”
Cliff and Alfonzo both look over and see the third man at the table. A massive man, perhaps six'ten”, bigger then Cliff, in a wheel chair in what seems to be a vegetative state. His eyes just looked blank as if he didn't have a thought in his head.
“Oh that's Frank Griffin. He is just a really good listener.”
Alfonzo said as he scooped a card from Frank's hand and put it in play. Cliff and Alfonzo both look at there hands and whats in play.
“And apparently he's good at cards too.”
Cliff and Alfonzo toss down there hands and share a laugh.
“What in the HELL is going on over here?”
It was one of the guards of the asylum. He wasn't as big as Cliff was but he was still a pretty big guy. But the guard made up for his size disadvantage by being armed with a few weapons. And of course if that didn't help, there were always more guards.
“It's called fun...you should try having it some times...”
Alfonzo said muttering under his breath.
“WHAT did you say to me?”
The guard yelled, scowling in the direction of Alfonzo.
“Nothing sir, I didn't say anything.”
Cliff could see that Alfonzo was intimidated by the guard. So he stepped up to defend his new friend.
“Hey, why don't you pick on somebody your own size?”
Cliff said and the guard slowly turned and looked at Cliff.
“And who the HELL are you?
Cliff stands up from his seat to meet the guard face to face.
“You are a very inquisitive person guard. Always asking questions. My name is Cliff Clinton. What seems to be the problem?”
The guard points at the man in the wheel chair. Frank Griffin.
“Your friend is supposed to stay in his ROOM!”
Cliff didn't understand that at all.
“Why? Frank Griffin is in a vegetative state? He may be huge but I'm pretty sure he isn't going anywhere.”
The guard just glared at Cliff.
“Look you little piece of garbage!”
The guard said and it immediately angers Cliff.
“I don't make the rules, I just ENFORCE them!
Cliff steps forward in a challenging way.
“You and what army?”
“The GROUP of guards in the other room with the same WEOPANS I have.”
Cliff took a step back, that was a good army.
"Cliff don't be a problem...you wont like their solutions.
“So what's it going to be? TRASH!”
Cliff felt his body rage and all of a sudden he felt his vision blur and then a strange sharp pain on his forehead. Before he knew what was happening he had the IWF EMT gasping for air against a wall. Cliff looked around himself and realized he was in the trainers room and a mirror reflected that he was still half way done with the stitches he was receiving to close the wound he received from KLB on sacrifice. He also noticed he was still choking the EMT. Cliff immediately lets go and the EMT drops to the floor gasping for air.
“He's going to need some help.....”
Cliff said out loud as he rushed to the door and went out of it.
“...somebody needs to help him!”
Cliff was now all stitched up. The attack with the sock full of quarters to the head hurt him pretty bad and of course the shots to the ribs didn't help anything.
“Congratulations Kristoff, you did it.”
Cliff claps real slow.
“You were trying to do it all week but you finally hurt me. You left me bloodied and bruised. Then you poured those quarters on top of me to try and humiliate me in front of the world. You wanted to put me in my place. Prove to everyone watching that I had no shame. That I was just scum beneath your toes because you hate the fact that I'm homeless. You want to prove you are better than me because I suffer. Well I got some sad news for you Bates....
Cliff looks down and rubs his arm.
“Your a little late to the party.”
Cliff nods his head.
“You see life has been doing that for years before you came along, Kristoff! Oh yeah, you think your the first big man to come along and try to take the wind out of my sales? You think your the first one to try and come and kick me while I'm down? Let's not forget Kristoff that I'm the one that's actually been homeless! Everyone is just looking to cut you down and screw you over. I've been jumped, robbed, starving, screwed over, busted open, broken down and left for dead by way tougher people and things then you will ever be Kristoff let me make sure that is put in your brain. I'm net saying your aren't tough, but you have no idea what's actually out there when nobody else is looking! The point is....
Cliff points to himself.
“Here I stand. With a new scar to take the places of the old ones that have since healed up. That's the thing that you can't destroy of me Bates. You can keep knocking me down, you can keep telling me I don't matter but I'm going to keep getting back up. No matter what. I've come to far in this life to lay down and die now.
Cliff smiles.
“But see there is only one difference between you and everyone else Bates. Is that now that I'm up, I get to meet you inside the steel cage. I get to have a little fun and kick your ass for all those hateful things you said to me. I get to toss you around that cage for all the assaults you hit me with and all the innocent people you probably belittled before you met me. I'm going to show you that you should respect that things you don't understand Bates because you never know when they might rise up and show you just how wrong you are.
Cliff raises a fist. The leather glove strains to to keep itself wrapped around his flexing hand.
“I'm going to take this fist Bates and I'm going to knock you out cold. I'm going to make you wish you never met me Bates, and I'm going to make you humble.
Cliff grins.
“Only question is....how you gonna feel afterwords?”
Well howdy there pardner.